A rainy Sunday

Is indeed refreshing and gives your Sunday a more stay-at-home feel.

Yet my head is kinda heavy and empty at the same time.
My bones kinda shook and my muscles felt lumpy.
The ultimate touch of laziness and really uncomfort at the same time.

On such a drizzling day, who are you thinking of?

I thought of my friends.
The fun times we shared were beautiful.
How we wish it stayed on.
Stupid clinche goes,"time & tide wait for no man."
We can really only linger on the sweet bitter taste of memories.

I thought of what we called the past. As far as I can remembered, that is.
Quite frankly, I aint one with very good memory.
Is it really a memory defect prob or subconcious?
Yet it's still the feeling that's retained in our heart.

Sigh...I typed some and deleted some.
Repetitive actions and thus I deleted a chunk of paragraph.

Inside my skull feels very airy.
Like a balloon.

I cant think..cant think..cant think.
Cant write,cant read,cant get any insipirations.

Suddenly I missed the library.
It is a place that I wanna go alone or with a common soul suddenly.
Grab some good books and read.

The notion of going library alone under such weather does entices me a bit.
It feels rather romantic too, with the aroma of coffee and soft music.

I used to imagine...meeting 'the one' in between the stacks and stacks of books(with the correct settings & environment) is rather sweet.

Gone are the young girl's dreams and fantasization.

Looking back..can be quite painful too.

Coz you know and you can see, how much you gained/acheived and how much you lost.

Can you go back?
Do you wish to go back?
Do you think you can go back?

Sadly...life is not a backward track.

'Irreversible ' is a horrible reality term we havel learnt during our primary school science.

It's easy to thus say that do not do the things that shall leave a mark of regret.

I laughed hard at those whom said this.
(including myself.)

Do you think it's easy?

If there is two or more lives, maybe we can try not to duplicate the mistakes but we cannot prevent new ones.

We aint saints.
Our lives is not guide with a manual script.

But quite luckily, we still have tomorrow.

The only catch is we may not necessarily enjoy what every tomorrow brings, may not cherish it, may not care about it, and may not have it afterall.

A step followed by a step.

Sing your own songs.
Dance to your own rythmn.

Sometimes you may cracked a tune or two. (or three and beyond.)
Sometimes you may fall and flop.

Sometimes you wanna give up and stop doing everything at once.
Sometimes you just deluded yourself in darkness and let a good portion of life goes to waste.


I dont wanna give up.
I still wanna trace what's left behind.(the good ones.)
I still wanna dance till the dawn of tomorrow comes.

If you are down, go do something that will smothe your soul.

Go read a book.
Go draw a picture.
Go do something you like when you are a young innocent self @ the beginning.



You get some and then some more.

You may lose some but it's not that bad all the time.


Right now...

I just wanna settle down with the thoughts of you.